Chapter 50 A Conversation That Changed the History of Chang'an Rivers and Lakes
Chapter 50 A conversation that changed the history of Chang’an’s world
Ning Que didn't know that the boss of Hong Xiu'er was looking at him coldly from the top floor at this moment. He didn't even know that the boss was already angry that he was teasing the girls and chatting instead of doing his job. He was still sitting next to Miss Shuizhu'er as usual.
While chatting, they asked without leaving any trace whether Zhang Yiqi's death had aroused any suspicion.
"I just like the way you look when you smile. Look at how cute those little dimples are." Shuizhu'er said with a wave of eyes: "But having said that, since you want to take the college entrance examination, you have to study seriously. Otherwise, if you don't get in, you will have to go outside when the time comes.
It must be rumored that we women have caused you harm, how will you compensate us then?"
"Don't talk about us, Ning Que comes here every day just to talk to you and do whatever we do." A girl joked.
Miss Shui Zhuer's words seemed to be joking, but in fact she was really concerned. Ning Que felt warm in his heart and responded with a few words, saying that the homework was ready and there was no need to worry. Sangsang lowered his head and ate something.
Holding melon seeds, I chatted with my maid Xiaocao, thinking that these words of the young master are not nonsense but lies. There are six subjects in the academy entrance examination. How many more lessons do you urge you to read every day?
Although she is so small that she can pretend to be a servant without any disguise, but the brothel girl has such a vicious look. From the first moment she enters the house, she can tell that she is a clown girl. Xiaocao is chatting with her next to her, secretly sympathizing with her in her heart.
I thought that Ning Que must have disliked Sangsang's appearance, so he shamelessly sneaked into the building every day.
In the room on the top floor, the middle-aged man in a green shirt walked slowly to the owner behind the red-sleeved wave, stood side by side and looked downstairs, looking at the young man sitting in a chair and chatting gently with the girls around him.
, couldn't help but smile freely, Qingjun's steady eyebrows suddenly brightened a bit.
"If this young man is the last tenant in Lane 47, then I have no reason to tolerate him." The man said with a smile: "Kick him out, and all the leases will be in my hands. When the time comes, I will transfer these
The lease has been transferred to the Yamen, so why do you still have any reason to refuse Chang'an Prefecture's requisition of that street?"
"All the shop owners in Lin 47 Lane have been driven away by you, but have you ever seen me lower my head?" The middle-aged man in blue shirt said with a smile: "What's more... you can't drive away this young man."
"Can't you drive him away?" The man stared quietly into his eyes, suddenly laughed, and said, "Yes, with just these five words, Chunfengting Laochao, who dares to act at will?"
The middle-aged man in blue shirt smiled, did not answer the question, turned around and sat back in the chair.
He had already received a message from the fourth child earlier, and knew what happened in Lin 47th Lane today. A young scholar who came to Chang'an to prepare for the exam showed no fear in front of two gangs who were about to fight.
He also used this to raise the price, and Shengsheng took a year's rent of the shop from his hands. What made him even more confused was that the young man did not raise the price to the sky, and seemed to be extremely sophisticated and measured in his work. In other words, he showed
Very generous.
On the first day that Lao Bizhai opened, he went to Lin 47 Alley not to avoid the rain, but to see where the fool was bold enough to rent his own shop.
Only then did he realize that the young man might not know what was happening in the Jianghu of Chang'an City, but he was definitely not a fool.
No idiot in the world can write such good handwriting, and no idiot can leave such a thick cocoon between the tiger's jaws. Think of the strength in the dripping ink hanging on the wall of the old pen studio.
There was even a faint hint of murderous intent. Reminiscent of Qi Si's description of today's scene, the middle-aged man even doubted whether the young man had killed anyone... No, he should have doubted whether the young man had killed many people.
He has killed many people at the age of fifteen or sixteen. For him who has been walking in the blood at night all year round, this is a fact that is hard to believe. For such a young man, as long as he refuses to move, who can force him to move?
?
"Lao Chao, after all, I am asking you questions on behalf of the palace today. Can you be more respectful?"
The middle-aged man raised his head and realized that he was in a trance because he was thinking about the young man. He couldn't help but smile apologetically. The word "Prince's Palace" didn't seem to have any impact on his free and easy mind.
The man he was talking to today was named Cui Mingdelu. Although it was a very vulgar name, he was definitely not a vulgar person. A man who could manage the number one brothel in Chang'an could not be too vulgar. Most people in Chang'an thought that this brothel
The background of the building is that of a high-ranking official in Chang'an Mansion, but only a middle-aged man knows that Cui Delu relies on the chief steward of the Prince's Mansion, and some even suspect that the brothel itself is the prince's property.
"Hong Xiuzhao has been in some trouble recently. I really didn't expect that Brother Cui you would still have time to talk about those things."
Cui Delu looked slightly cold and said: "Lin No. 47 Alley is not wanted by the palace. You should know this very well. It was just because it was inconvenient for the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Household Department to come forward, so it was entrusted to us idlers who were running errands. Who knew you
I have been holding on to it, which made the elders in the ministry unhappy, and this matter has become such a big deal now. A few days ago, you carried me down when Chang'an Mansion was cleaning up your scene, and in the end, the Yulin Army was dispatched...
…”
When he heard the words "Yu Linjun", the middle-aged man's eyebrows frowned slightly, as if there was a dull pain there.
Looking at his expression, Cui Delu changed the topic and said with a smile: "Of course you should know that the prince's government does some things for those two ministries, and there are always some benefits, but the chief steward said that the prince appreciates you more. There was once
I even mentioned your name once after drinking, saying that you had rules and propriety in doing things in Chang'an City."
The middle-aged man remained silent, but the dark color between his eyebrows became more and more conspicuous.
Cui Delu continued to say seriously: "You also know that a censor in my house died two days ago. This matter is very troublesome. The unlucky one died suddenly, but the family caused trouble in Chang'an Mansion. His Royal Highness the Prince and the censor
Shi Youjiu, I can't talk at this moment, so I have to deal with it myself. If you can find a way to settle this matter for me, then I will never interfere with the matters over at Alley 47 from now on.
"
Although the other party was just a brothel owner, and although he kept saying it was me or me, the middle-aged man knew very well that the other party represented the attitude of His Highness the Prince, and what he was conveying was the voice of the palace. After thinking for a moment,
He smiled and asked: "Even if His Highness and the imperial censor have an old relationship, it is too simple to reconcile. Why do we need people like us who are in the world to take action?"
Cui Delu said with a gloomy face: "Are you really not understanding or are you pretending not to understand? If it's the former, I will never see you as Chunfengting Laochao from now on because you are too stupid. If it's the latter, from now on I will never see you as a person like Chunfengting Laochao."
There will no longer be a person like you, Chunfengting Laochao, because you are too smart but don’t know how to praise."
The middle-aged man calmly replied: "What happened in Lin 47 Lane is not a problem, it is not a problem to the prince, and it is not a problem to me, the Chunfeng Pavilion. If it is really a department of the imperial court,
If the government office needs it, I will gladly give it to you with both hands, but...you shouldn't use this matter to pressure me."
"The rule of Chunfeng Pavilion is not to get involved in the fights between officials. No matter it is His Highness, the Military Department or the Household Department, as long as the matter is related to these, I will go as far as I can. The more you pressure me, the more I will go.
The further away.”
"You, Mr. Cao of Chunfengting, are the biggest gang leader in Chang'an City. You have thousands of people working for you. The imperial court rewards you for doing the work of escorting water transport. But you say you want to leave? Do you think you
Can you leave by yourself? Where do you want to go? Where can the three thousand brothers under your command go? To the prison of the Ministry of Punishments or to the prisoners of the Frontier Army?"
Cui Delu stared at him with sinister eyes and said: "In the past few years, things were calm in the court, and it might have been possible for Mingzhe to protect himself, but now the fourth princess has come back. She wants to protect her brother as the crown prince, but she has forgotten that the queen is on the throne.
, and the Queen also has a son! Of course, these family affairs have nothing to do with you, but if you don’t show your attitude at this time, you will be the dog of which family, then... no one will tolerate you! "
"To be a dog, do you have to find an owner?" The middle-aged man sighed, looked at him and asked, "So you want to tame me for His Royal Highness?"
"Yes, everyone in Chang'an City who is qualified to speak out is oppressing you. Why? Because you are a dog without an owner. In this case, if you are willing to join any company, whether it is the military or whoever, as long as you
If you have a master, if someone wants to hit you, they have to look at the face of the person holding your rope."
"Can I ask a question?" the middle-aged man suddenly said with a smile.
"please."
"Between the Queen and the Fourth Princess, who will His Highness support?"
Cui Delu said firmly: "Of course no one will support it. His Highness will always be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor. As long as His Majesty says who it is, then His Highness will support whoever it is."
The middle-aged man was silent for a long time after hearing this answer. Then he slowly raised his head and replied with a smile: "Sorry, as a man of the Tang Dynasty, I'm still not used to being a dog."
Cui Delu was stunned, suppressed the annoyance in his heart, and tried to persuade him: "People will always be dogs in this life. Some people want to be dogs but can't."
The middle-aged man stood up, tied his sword around his waist, raised his hand gracefully, and said: "Boss Cui, you are really not a competent lobbyist, because you don't know the character of Chunfengting Laochao."
Cui Delu's face looked a little ugly. He stood up and said in a deep voice: "Are you worried that this decision will not convince the public? Don't worry, the prince has said that as long as you are willing to bow your head, even if it is a symbolic bow, he will ask the military department to give it to you.
Just an explanation and two heads for you, can't you, the majestic leader of the gang, still be able to shock the little ones below?"
At this point in the conversation, he no longer cared about using the palace steward as a filter, and moved the prince directly out. However, the middle-aged man seemed not to hear at all and walked directly out of the door. No one noticed that
When Cui Delu said the words "dangdang gang leader", there was a smile with an unclear meaning between his eyebrows.
"Old Chao, stop here." Cui Delu stared at the back of his head with sadness, "It seems that you and your brother have been prosperous in Chang'an City these years, and you have long forgotten how to write the word awe.
, but I must remind you that these noble people are real noble people, and that is not a world that you, a cockroach crawling in the gutter, can understand."
The middle-aged man slowly stopped but did not look back.